welcome

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


Waking up on the wrong side of bed

Sunday, May 13, 2007 ( 2:19 PM )



I'm highly irritable today.
Doing the IMM HK ppt cheers me up or at least sets my mind off the misery for a while.
And I gotta walk all the way to the fucking 7-11 with the bad service later, and it'll prolly rain while I'm on the way there.
Great, just GREAT.


*


I just wish you’d remember me like how I remember you in what I do.
I fear that you love me as a girlfriend, and that you don’t love ME, aka Cherylene.
I have many insecurities, and you’re not helping to ease them.
I can’t rely on myself to get the things I want or need, and sometimes I wish you’d take the initiative to offer to help me get/do these things.
I wish you’d come over to give me a hug when I am sick.
I wish you’d call once in a while to tell me you love me, or just to say “hi, I’ve been missing you.”
I wish you’d give me little gifts of affection, or letters at least, once in a while.
I wish you wouldn’t make me feel like our love is being lost, little by little, wearing away with time.

I wish I wouldn’t feel so defeated.